pairing: lorcan/lily
prompt: 'coma'
It was funny, really, how the story of Lorcan, lorcanrolfscamander, and Lily, lilylunapotter, went.
Lovely little Lily, with her head full of fiery curls, her eyes the brightest shade of honey, and an attitude of fierce competitiveness, was not one to fall in love.
Not for a long time, at least.
Lorcan, with his sky blue eyes, a mop of messy platinum upon his head, and an attitude of laid-back enjoyance, was not one to fall in love.
Not for a long time, at least.
And yet, here they were, age 18, locked in each others' embrace.
In a quaint little meadow, a mile from the Scamander house, they danced.
They danced no specific dance, they just swayed and twirled and jumped and laughed and sang, enjoying themselves.
Enjoying what time they had left, together. Every last second.
They didn't know this would be the last dance they would dance in the meadow. They were blissfully ignorant.
But the next day, Lorcan was hit by a drunk muggle driver.
He fell into a coma, never to awaken again.
Lily Luna Potter never loved anyone after that.